I Never Hear From You

 

Bernard Scott, Retired Academic

 

I never hear from you. Have you forgotten me?

If not, why don’t you speak to me?

You made the break. I am still here.

Five years ago, I sent you a letter.

I told you how, on reading one of your old letters, I burst into tears.

I just wanted you to know some feelings never die,

Even though they may disappear for a while.

You didn’t reply.

Remember when you gave me a pocket watch, one Christmas.

It came in a small box. I still have them, box and watch, somewhere.

Inside the lid of the box, you had written, “Together, forever.”

I remember the moment quite clearly.

Forever is a long time.

We’re not there yet but we are getting closer.

I can feel it.

 

 

I Sit Between Earth And Sky

 

I sit between earth and sky.

In Chinese, there is one word (ciel) for sky and heaven.

I am of the earth; my body is made from it.

I have evolved a reasoning soul that reaches up to heaven.

I pierce the cloud of unknowing.

Between the soul and God, there is no between.

Humbly, I obey God’s will, as best I can.

As my will becomes his will, I become more the son he wishes me to be.

I seek help and strength from my brother and captain, Jesus of Nazareth.

In rest and repentance is my salvation.

In quietness and trust is my strength.

 

 

I Practice Krya Yoga.

 

I practice Krya yoga.

With eyes rolled back and heavenly intent,

I pierce the cloud of unknowing, seeking contact with the divine.

My breath hangs suspended between out and in.

Om, om, om, I croon.

As fire goes up and down my spine, I think pure. I think holy.

I think everything. I think nothing.

May my will be thy will, O Lord. May my soul and Thee be as one.